Douluo Continent: The Butterfly, Starting from the Authority of Death

Chapter 88 The Similarity of Martial Souls

"You flatter me, sir."

The jet-black longsword came to a steady stop, its cold tip pressed against Ji Juechen's neck.

With just a gentle touch, the butterfly could see crimson blood spurt out.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

After a while.

Ji Juechen slowly uttered three words: "You won."

The butterfly nodded gently.

The longsword moved away from Ji Juechen's neck, turning into purple light spots that merged into Xia Die's body.

After doing all this, Xia Die canceled the domain, and the surrounding sea of ​​Antirian flowers quickly faded away.

She calmly returned to Wang Xian'er's side, never revealing the slightest hint of smugness.

The room fell silent.

Jing Hongchen's gaze lingered on Xia Die, his expression extremely complex.

"Dean Hongchen, here is what you wanted."

Xia Die raised her hand, and the soul tool on her wrist flickered slightly, revealing two ancient wooden boxes.

Gentle soul power lifted the wooden box, which slowly flew towards the Mirror Red Dust.

Almost the instant the wooden box approached, Jing Hongchen raised her hand and caught it, her movements so fast they were almost urgent.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the elixir in the wooden box, I placed it in my storage space.

Seemingly realizing that her behavior was somewhat inappropriate, Jing Hongchen quickly changed the subject, "You want to join the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, are you serious?" Jing Hongchen focused her light on Xia Die and Wang Xian'er.

"Of course, we need a shelter," Xia Die said calmly. "Master Hongchen knows better than I how much trouble it will cause if the news of Elder Wang's exposure of his dual life and death attributes gets out, doesn't it?"

"Also, I am a Soul Master with the Death attribute. I'm sure your intelligence agencies can find out about this, so I don't need to go into details."

The air seemed to fall silent for a moment.

"This matter—" Jing Hongchen remained silent for a long time, "I cannot make the decision directly; I must first inform His Majesty."

"Alright." Xia Die nodded slightly. "Then I'll trouble you."

After Xia Die's explanation, Jing Hongchen also understood the seriousness of the matter.

The Butterfly possesses the ultimate attribute of death, while the Immortal Master possesses both life and death.

The relationship between the Sun Moon Empire and the Evil Soul Masters was already somewhat ambiguous.

For those crazy guys, Xia Die or Wang Xian'er are very attractive.

Protecting Xia Die and Wang Xian'er is not a decision that the head of Mingde Hall can easily make.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency.

Then, Jing Hongchen turned and walked towards Ji Juechen.

He reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war; no one can win forever."

There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding.

"Even I, not long ago, didn't I—"

Jing Hongchen suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

He seemed to recall something less than honorable, his old face stiffened slightly, and then he coughed twice to cover it up.

"Dean."

Ji Juechen suddenly spoke, his gaze regaining its usual sharpness, and said, word by word, "I want to stay here."

Jing Hongchen was taken aback, her voice trembling with surprise: "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Ji Juechen nodded seriously. "Dean, I think I've found my path."

"Sigh!" Jing Hongchen lowered her hand from Ji Juechen's shoulder. "I understand."

"However, you need the villa owner's permission to stay here."

"sure!"

Just as Jing Hongchen was about to ask on Ji Juechen's behalf, Xia Die's voice came from afar.

Since Xia Die has agreed, Jing Hongchen can't say anything.

After bidding farewell to Xia Die and the other two, Jing Hongchen quickly headed towards the palace.

Because one cannot use soul power for three months.

Even though Jing Hongchen is the head of Mingde Hall, he can only leisurely find a means of transportation.

The sky was gradually darkening.

Xia Die led Ji Juechen into the villa.

"Ji Juechen, your martial spirit is a sword?"

Xia Die naturally did some work regarding Ji Juechen's martial soul information.

"Yes," Ji Juechen nodded in response.

"Show me your martial spirit." Xia Die looked at Ji Juechen, who was several heads taller than her, and asked him a question. She then learned that Ji Juechen had just turned eighteen.

An 18-year-old level 41 Soul Master is really nothing special.

However, if someone with level 3 innate soul power reaches level 41 at the age of 18, and then breaks through to Soul Emperor in about 4 years, that would be a different story.

This is what it means to have no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters.

What about Yu Xiaogang, who is 29 years old and over 50?

Xia Die sensed a faint, attribute-less fluctuation.

The martial spirit in Ji Juechen's hand was crystal clear, resembling a small sword in the form of energy.

Chaotic elements?

Xia Die thought of the situation after Xu Jiujiu used the Star Crown Martial Soul to strip away the elements.

"Um----"

Xia Die carefully examined the sword body that Ji Juechen had condensed in his palm, which resembled a stream of air.

"The fusion of martial spirit and metal is pretty much what I expected."

With a gentle flick of her wrist, Xia Die produced a weapon entirely green—her Spirit Blade.

After Electrolux absorbed the energy and Wang Xian'er balanced the cycle of life and death, the light of the Blade of Life dimmed considerably.

A touch of death element was injected into the Blade of Life, and in an instant, the cycle of life and death unfolded.

The Grim Reaper's Scythe is concentrated in Xiaodie's right hand.

A purple scythe, slightly taller than Xia Die, gave off a charmingly contrasting feeling the moment Xia Die grasped it.

"Look, what's the difference between this and yours?"

"Hello!"

Seeing Ji Juechen's blank expression, Xia Die spoke up to remind him.

"I'm fine."

Xia Die handed the Grim Reaper's Scythe to Ji Juechen.

The moment Ji Juechen grasped the sickle.

An aura of annihilation forced it back.

Ji Juechen braced his hands on the ground, beads of sweat constantly sliding down his forehead.

He was breathing heavily.

"This...this weapon!"

A look of fear appeared on Ji Juechen's face.

"Huh?" Xia Die asked curiously, "What did you see?"

"I...I—" Ji Juechen swallowed hard. "I saw death, countless times."

"As expected, your understanding of martial spirits surpasses that of ordinary soul masters."

Xia Die retrieved the Grim Reaper's Scythe.

"The villa is very large, you can find a room to stay in." Xia Die turned around, "Old Wang, please go to my room."

Wang Xian'er nodded, glancing curiously at Ji Juechen.

He shook his head gently.

What frightened the child? What did he see?

Although Wang Xian'er was also curious, she was long past the age of being particularly curious.

Xia Die and Wang Xian'er entered the room.

Ji Juechen stood in the hall.

With disbelief in his eyes, he watched silently as Xia Die closed the door to the room.

"That wasn't just one death, it was countless deaths."

"And that silhouette—"

Ji Juechen shook his head vigorously, denying his guess.

"It can't be her."

In just a moment, it felt as if countless years had passed.

Ji Juechen understood his path.

Annihilation, Judgment!

This is the goal he wants to achieve.